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The man wore a loose gray trench coat and a large mask. His gaze was fixed intently on Xiao Qiang, devoid of malice—yet he seemed unwilling to remove the mask to reveal himself.
His voice was hoarse, unmistakably the voice of a heavy smoker. As he spoke, his eyes flickered unpredictably, and the cold contours of his face appeared even more severe from the side. It felt as if he recognized Xiao Qiang, giving the latter an odd sense of familiarity, as if they had met somewhere before. Strangely enough, there was no sense of awkwardness between them.
He told Xiao Qiang, "In this area, there are some privileged humans living here who hold dual identities. One is that of wealthy individuals reeking of money. The other is a special job position; they are members of Kabo Technology's branch."
"Kabo Technology?" This was the first time Xiao Qiang had heard of this company. "What does Kabo Technology do?"
"They're involved in significant matters, providing top-tier diversified services. They design various intelligent weapons for allied forces around the world. Long ago, they also produced high-tech home video games... Their subsidiaries are spread across the globe, producing a wide range of products including food and weapons."
Xiao Qiang looked skeptical; being a man himself, he saw no point in hiding his doubts. He bluntly asked, "That sounds impressive. How do you know all this? Why tell me?"
The man remained silent for a moment before abruptly pulling down his mask.
Xiao Qiang's heart skipped a beat as he feigned indifference and casually shifted his gaze away. Internally, he thought: Wow! If that's the case, it would be better to keep the mask on; that face is terrifying! It looked as if the skin had been twisted together, with layers upon layers of scars occupying half of his face.
The man keenly noticed the disgust that inadvertently crossed Xiao Qiang's face but paid it no mind. He continued in his gravelly voice, "No particular reason; I just think you're quite special."
The words jolted Xiao Qiang back to reality. Remembering how he had just sprinted while holding onto Xiao Wu Yi, he realized that this man must have seen him and followed him here. "Were you following me?"
The man did not deny Xiao Qiang's accusation. Instead, he leisurely took out a cigar and confidently placed it between his lips, casting a glance at him. He offered one to Xiao Qiang with a nod and said, "Take it; you'll understand everything soon."
"Thanks, but I still don't know who you are. Why would I accept your gift?" Xiao Qiang deliberately avoided looking at that unsettling face and turned to leave.
"Curious about what happened to my face?"
Xiao Qiang halted in his tracks; indeed, that face was hard to look at. Just one glance was enough to instill fear deep within. However, he was genuinely curious about how it had come to be like that. Slowly turning back to face the man, he thought one thing but said another with a somewhat harsh tone: "What happens to your face has nothing to do with me."
"Of course it does; you can stop..." The man sighed with a sly smile in his eyes. Suddenly falling silent, he looked at Xiao Qiang with an air of self-satisfaction.
"What is it?"
With a cold smirk, the man confidently replied, "The fact that you can stop proves that you're very interested in my face."
"Is that so?" Xiao Qiang thought of Xiao Wu Yi, but he didn't have the time to indulge her. "Well, sorry, but to be honest, I'm not interested in your face at all." He then said expressionlessly, "I have things to do, so I won't keep you company."
"I'll wait for you."
Xiao Qiang sneered inwardly; she truly had a thick skin. He quickened his pace and headed straight for the operating room. There was no one at the door, and the corridor was eerily quiet. It hardly felt like a functioning hospital, which only added to the pressure in Xiao Qiang's heart. He regretted a thousand times for having entrusted Xiao Wu Yi to that seemingly suspicious doctor.
As he reached the door, a stern-looking doctor in a white coat stepped out of the operating room. It seemed he had been waiting for someone and looked impatient as he addressed the hurriedly passing Xiao Qiang, "Why did it take you so long to arrive?"
"I had something to deal with over there. Is he okay?"
"If he were fine, why would I be looking for you in such a hurry?"
Xiao Qiang's heart sank; he quickly pressed on, "What happened to him?"
The doctor opened the door to the operating room. Inside was very quiet, with only two nurses tidying up something. He said to Xiao Qiang, "You should go in and take a last look at the child. We'll be sending him to the morgue soon."
"What? This can't be happening; he..."
"I'm sorry, we did our best. You are the child's family, so please sign here. If not, could you help us find someone to complete the procedures as soon as possible?" After saying this, the doctor cast a cold glance at the stunned Xiao Qiang and prepared to leave.
A conspiracy! No way could Wu Yi be dead! Xiao Qiang suddenly turned around, frantically grabbing the doctor... Hiss! The doctor must have been prepared; he slipped away just as Xiao Qiang's grasp tore his white coat.
Xiao Qiang refused to give up. He pressed forward again, his hand like a vice gripping the doctor's arm as he attempted to drag him into the operating room—
Arguments between doctors and family members at the entrance of an operating room were common occurrences in hospitals and usually didn't attract much attention. However, it was unprecedented for a family member to use such forceful means to drag a doctor into the operating room.
The nurses inside panicked and hurriedly reached for the alarm—Xiao Qiang tightened his grip on the doctor's neck, his gaze sharp as a blade as he warned one of the nurses, "Try anything foolish and see what happens."
The nurse dared not move, helplessly watching as Xiao Qiang brought the doctor before Xiao Wu Yi's lifeless body.
Xiao Wu Yi lay on the operating table with a pale face and stiff posture; his broken arm showed that blood had already congealed. Xiao Qiang placed his hand on his neck to check for a pulse but felt nothing. A strange pain gripped his heart as it sank...
But he still couldn't believe that such a thing could happen right under his nose. How could it be possible? There must have been some mistake somewhere. With this thought, he loosened his grip on the doctor's hand without realizing it.
The doctor seized the opportunity to break free and ran away without a second thought. Xiao Qiang remained lost in an inexplicable sorrow, too weary to pay attention to the doctor. He focused on Xiao Wu Yi, desperately hoping to find even the slightest hint of something on his still youthful face.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please accept my condolences. We need to take the child to the morgue."
Xiao Qiang couldn't bring himself to sign the papers, even though he knew that Xiao Wu Yi had no relatives. He simply couldn't bear the responsibility; signing meant acknowledging that Xiao Wu Yi had vanished from this world, and he didn't want to do that.
Watching the nurse swiftly handle the aftermath, his head felt heavy and foggy, as if filled with lead, as he trudged out of the operating room.
"Hey!" A hoarse shout startled Xiao Qiang, causing him to look up blankly at the newcomer. It was that same face again, haunting him relentlessly. He felt despondent and had no desire to engage with this person. He walked straight out of the corridor and headed outside...
"Don't go out; you'll be risking your life."
After hearing so many shocking things just half an hour ago, how could Xiao Qiang believe that the heart-wrenching situation with Xiao Wu Yi was anything but a fabrication meant to scare people? He didn't want to say much more and continued walking forward.
"You'll regret it."
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